The neighbors

It is a route along the coast of our neighbors and true friends, they are the Galician's.

You can only account that we are in the border when the asphalt is unusually smooth and the roads are better. Surprise! This is the first impact when you reach the land of Galicia and also by the board that reads "bien-venidos a España," if we're not for those two signs that indicate that we left of our country nothing would look different anyway. The landscape goes on in front of your eyes. When crossing the bridge that divides the beautiful century-old Valenca to the other side, Tui, nothing changes beside the roads, the stone houses are exactly the same, the green fields and the vines with grapes. Well, maybe there's a different detail, the buildings begin to be built from the roof and only after that construct the walls. Curious habit! Our first destination is Vigo, a short detour to one of the most beautiful cities in Galicia. The sea bathes this coastal town, crowned with indigo light, with its wide streets filled with cars and an urban chaotic life like any other city. Always populated with choirs of complaints and cross talks that at first seem strange, but at the end sound familiar. It's like when relatives come from afar, we only have to get used to the accent and nothing else. It has always been so among Galician and Portuguese. This secular empathy. We understand each other perfectly. We are the same people, divided only by an imaginary line. One of the biggest attractions is precisely the harbor; the city seems to crouch to its single shaft ships and covered with white sails. The light dazzles our view. But, enough of Jean Nouvel with his "Peirao XXI", lets delight ours eyes and whet the appetite in famous market of the stone. It is the ideal place to eat the best seafood on the north coast of the Iberian peninsula, very fresh just caught out of the salty sea. Oysters are for those who appreciate the best in Europe, perhaps even the world! It's time to make mingle into the crowed corridors in search of a place for a meal with a taste of the ocean. But one thing I must never forget when leaving the border, next time I have to bring my beloved coffee, how it is also possible that these Galician's drink stagnant dark water they called cappuccino?